Under One Person: I, the Zombie King of the Ming Dynasty, was dug up

Chapter 73: You were not like this when I dug up my tomb
This is a one-sided crushing.

The blood slaves' advantage in numbers, coupled with their fearless riots, ruthlessly crushed the people from the three major sword gates.

Ishikawa Nobuyuki was extremely desperate, watching the old guys falling down one by one beside him.

Now there are only him, Mochizuki Kuang of the Mochizuki family, and Yagyu Ichiro of the Yagyu family.

Ishikawa Nobuyuki's figure shuttled among the blood slaves, and every time he swung his sword, he was filled with determination and courage.

But even he could not completely resist the siege of so many blood slaves.

Ishikawa Nobuyuki's body was covered with scars, and blood was flowing from multiple wounds, soaking his clothes and making him look like a warrior who had walked out of a pool of blood.

Although his swordsmanship was still sharp, his movements had begun to become slow, and his physical and mental strength had reached its limits.

In repeated confrontations, Ishikawa Nobuyuki felt his strength slipping away, and despair gradually spread in his heart.

He originally came here with a firm belief, hoping to meet King Zhao and find a solution to the disaster in Japan.

However, he now fell into endless despair, muttering to himself: "Could it be that I will never see King Zhao again?"

The blood slaves around him seemed to sense his weakness, and their attacks became more frantic.

Ishikawa Nobuyuki swung his sword again and again, but the number of blood slaves did not seem to decrease.

"No, these blood slaves seem to have stopped."

The other two surviving old friends felt the same way.

The blood slaves' desire to attack suddenly decreased. They stopped attacking, began to retract their attacks, and moved slowly, finally making way.

The gap between them formed a passage, as if inviting Ishikawa Nobuyuki and others to pass through.

Yagyu Ichiro covered his chest, blood gushing out of his mouth. He asked in confusion, "What happened?"

Wang Yue Kuang's body was also covered with scars, blood dripping down his sword. He guessed, "I don't know, maybe God has opened his eyes?"

Ishikawa Nobuyuki's expression seemed a little complicated.

He had an ugly smile on his face and glanced sideways at the flag beside him.

This flag is composed of a red sun, a yellow moon and a blue background. The red sun and the yellow moon overlap, symbolizing the country's name "Ming". The color of the red sun symbolizes that the Ming Dynasty belongs to the virtue of fire. The twelve rays of light refer to the twelve hours of a day and the twelve months of a year.

The blue background represents the blue sky. It was originally black, but later changed to blue because it was not easily recognizable.

The Ming Dynasty's Sun and Moon Flag is not a national flag, but it is better than a national flag.

He said confidently: "No, no, no, it was His Royal Highness Prince Zhao who opened his eyes. I bet right."

Wang Yue Kuang asked weakly: "What does this mean?"

Ishikawa Nobuyuki did not answer directly, but slowly put away his sword and walked towards the passage formed by the blood slaves.

Although his movements were heavy, his steps were extremely firm: "There is a road here, just take a look and you will know."

As the three of them walked, they looked at the blood slaves around them.

As modern people, when the blood slavery incident broke out and Fukushima fell, their descendants also let them watch several movies about loss themes.

They found that the zombies in zombie movies were very similar to blood slaves.

The only difference is that the blood slaves are also divided into levels, and there are even mutants, some are invulnerable to swords and guns, some are poisonous.

This is much stronger than the zombies in the zombie movies they watched, they are basically on the same level.

If the blood slaves were really just like the zombies in the movies, then the thirteen of them would have no problem rushing into the center of Fukushima.

If they were really that weak, they would have been suppressed by modern armies long ago.

Unfortunately, blood slaves have different characteristics. Powerful blood slaves are even almost the same as aliens.

This is equivalent to hundreds of thousands of aliens gathering together, and they are the kind of aliens who are fearless and unafraid of death.

Even if the old Taoist priest came, he would probably die facing hundreds of thousands of strange people who had no sense of pain and were not afraid of death.

The blood slaves were lined up in two rows, their bodies were tall and twisted, and every movement revealed unnaturalness and barbarity.

They looked at Ishikawa Nobuyuki and the other two with ferocious faces, as if they were evil spirits crawling out of hell.

The blood slaves' faces were covered with blood lines, which intertwined on their skin to form horrifying pictures.

The eyes of these evil spirits, who seemed to have crawled out of hell, were all scarlet, as if soaked in blood, and were filled with madness and desire for killing.

Although the blood slaves have reduced their desire to attack, the brutality and bloodiness emanating from them has become even stronger.

This smell was like a substance, permeating the air and almost suffocating people.

Every breath the blood slave took seemed to carry a bloody smell, which was creepy.

Ishikawa Nobuyuki, Yagyu Ichiro and Mochizuki Kuang moved forward under this sense of oppression. Their steps were stumbling and every step seemed extremely difficult.

The three of them gradually moved forward, and suddenly Ishikawa Nobuyuki's eyes fixed: "Then is that Akasaka?"

The other two followed his gaze.

"It's really Akasaka." Mochizuki cried out in shock, then immediately restrained himself.

Akasaka is a genius Onmyoji. The shikigami he awakened is a kind of earthbound spirit and is extremely powerful.

Now he has turned into a blood slave.

Moreover, the blood slaves transformed from aliens will be even more powerful.

Ishikawa Nobuo's eyelids twitched, and he said in a low voice: "It seems that we still underestimated the means of King Zhao. The aliens can't withstand the erosion of the blood slave poison."

"That is to say, those of us who were killed will probably become blood slaves!"

The other two stopped talking, their hearts heavy.

It is already strong enough for an ordinary person to become a blood slave. If he is an extraordinary person, wouldn’t he be even stronger?
Just as Ishikawa Nobuyuki imagined.

All the Onmyojis who were sucked dry by Zhu Li became blood slaves, and they were all high-level blood slaves.

The three of them walked forward, and soon there was no longer a road, but a tall building.

As Fukushima was the center of the meteorite landing, almost all the surrounding buildings were severely damaged, some collapsed and some were destroyed.

However, the tall building stood there like a giant, intact, as if it had not been affected at all.

Ishikawa Nobuyuki looked at the tall building with indescribable horror in his heart.

He couldn't help but wonder, could this also be King Zhao's method?

Moon Watcher looked at the tall building and asked, "Is this the place?"

"This is the place the blood slave pointed to. It should be correct." Ishikawa Nobuyuki took a deep breath and replied.

Three people entered the high-rise building.

They climbed up the stairs to the top floor.

"We're finally here. Was this journey difficult?"

A handsome middle-aged man in his thirties stood at the door and asked with a cold face.

Ishikawa Nobuyuki's eyes widened. Could this be the tomb guard?
They didn't think that this was Zhu Li. It was not normal for a prince to show up on his own initiative.

"Senior, you're joking. It's not difficult. May I know your name?" asked Ishikawa Nobuyuki.

"Tang Feng. You actually know Chinese?"

"I have learned it before."

Tang Feng nodded slightly, expressionless: "That's good, so we don't have to bother finding a tongue."

There were many translators in the Ming Dynasty.

You know, the Ming Dynasty had frequent transactions with the outside world, especially when merchants from the Western Regions came to the Ming Dynasty to do business. The border residents saw the opportunity to make money and started to talk nonsense.

Zhu Li is a prince who likes to learn, communicate and travel, so Tang Feng often does things like finding tongues.

Ishikawa Nobuo immediately understood what Tang Feng meant: "I won't bother you, sir."

What a familiar name, sir.

These were the names that the civil servants, military generals, and chivalrous knights called themselves when they were in the Ming Dynasty and by the side of Prince Zhao.

Of course, there are also some people in the underworld who regard them as the lackeys of King Zhao.

Tang Feng shook his head and looked at the sun and moon flag in Ishikawa Nobuyuki's hand, with a hint of emotion in his eyes.

This flag is so strange, yet so familiar.

Ishikawa Nobuyuki felt Tang Feng's gaze and couldn't help but tighten his grip on the flagpole.

This is their amulet.

When he was besieged by blood slaves, his eyes turned black, his head was buzzing, and his body was weak, but he did not put down the flag.

He knew that he only had this one chance to gamble.

"Although I don't know why you did this, you are lucky to have attracted His Highness's attention. Go in!"

Tang Feng withdrew his gaze and made a gesture of invitation, with extraordinary grace.

Ishikawa Nobuyuki and the other two thanked him, bowed, and carefully entered the room.

This was originally a spacious office for a corporate group, but now it has been completely transformed into a library full of books.

The surrounding walls are covered with bookshelves, which are filled with all kinds of books, ranging from ancient tomes to modern documents.

After taking a quick look, Ishikawa Nobuto was shocked.

"Postpartum Care of Sows" The knowledge learned by this prince of the Ming Dynasty is so diverse?

Among them are books such as "Principles of Nuclear Bomb Production" and "The Art of Modern Warfare". Sure enough, there is a reason for being strong.

Ishikawa murmured confidently that people who are keen on learning can never be too bad.

That’s not all. What’s even more eye-catching is that there is a huge stage in the center of the room.

Although it is simple, it is extremely strange!
On the stage, several actors were twisting their bodies vigorously. Their movements were exaggerated and weird, and the sounds coming out of their mouths sounded like whimpers coming from hell.

They are very familiar with this actor, he is the blood slave outside!

They had seen how ugly and horrible blood slaves were, but they didn't expect that they would twist their waists and hips in public, which was even more disgusting.

However, these blood slaves were obviously selected.

Their faces were distorted, their eyes were empty, their skin was an unhealthy pale color, and they were wearing tattered costumes with bloodstains on them.

Although they don't look very smart, their dance moves are in unison, revealing a weird and scary atmosphere.

It was as if they were not living humans, but some kind of puppets being manipulated.

No, they are no longer human.

Ishikawa Nobuyuki and the other two stood at the door, deeply attracted by the scene before them, but also felt a chill.

The three of them calmed down and looked to the side.

Zhu Li was wrapped in a boss chair, wearing a Yishan crown from the Ming Dynasty.

The person next to him is the one who attracts attention.

Liu Yijian.

He didn't care at all about the gazes of the three people, but he caused an uproar in the hearts of Ishikawa Nobuyuki and the other two.

Liu Yijian stood there, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, standing in the center of the library.

Not to mention that his posture was upright, as straight as a sword, but his aura was enough to make people look up to him.

He seemed to blend into the surrounding space, emitting an unignorable presence.

There seemed to be a clear sword light emanating from his body. This sword light did not come from the outside world, but was the light that bloomed from the depths of his heart.

This light is clear and pure, like a pool of autumn water.

The long sword in Liu Yijian's hand seemed to form a whole with his body. The tip of the sword pointed to the ceiling, and the sword body trembled slightly, making a low and clear sword sound.

This sword seemed to have its own soul, and its sword intent flowed above the three feet of frost.

Smart and lively.
The aura around Liu Yijian was extremely strong, and his sword intent was like a substance, forming a powerful oppressive force.

This oppressive force was not released deliberately, but was a natural expression of his sword intent, enough to make anyone who approached feel an indescribable majesty and danger.

Of course, this is for Ishikawa Nobuyuki and the other two.

They were all shocked by Liu Yijian's aura, and could feel that every bit of strength in Liu Yijian was concentrated on his sword.

They knew that Liu Yijian's current state was the result of his years of practice. His sword was no longer a simple weapon, but an extension of his life and a manifestation of his will.

Top Master
As they came from a kendo family, they could tell at a glance that the person in front of them was absolutely terrifying.

Compared to this person.

They felt that all their sword skills in this life had been wasted on dogs.

In addition to Liu Yijian, Tang Mi was also present at the scene. At this moment, she was sorting out the books that had fallen on the ground and didn't care at all about the arrival of the three people.

And not far away, Chang Cheng was sitting cross-legged.

At the scene, only four of the six tomb guards were present.

The other two were not present.

Geng Qing and Lu Hui originally wanted to watch the show, but Zhu Li did not care about their feelings and directly sent them to organize blood slaves and began to expand outward.

Then the goal is very clear.

The man in this room, wearing a Yishan crown and reading a book while listening to an opera, must be His Royal Highness Prince Zhao.

The three people's minds were as clear as mirrors, and they didn't know why a feeling of oppression swept over their bodies.

"Common people, pay our respects to His Majesty the King of Zhao!" The three of them knelt humbly and lowered their eyes.

In ancient times, common people referred to ordinary people whose status was higher than that of slaves and civilians.

As aliens, there is nothing wrong with them calling themselves that.

Moreover, they must also be extremely humble, because the person before them had a very transcendent status during the Ming Dynasty. He was the top of the extraordinary world and a prince in the royal family. His status was comparable to that of the current emperor, and he even overthrew an emperor.

At this time, the Bushido spirit is shit, and the emperor's nonsense is not worthy of being mentioned. Even if the emperor came, he would have to kneel before such a transcendent being.

Zhu Li’s strength is enough to make everyone admire him and submit to him voluntarily.

"Tell me, why are you risking your life to attract my attention?" Zhu Li's voice came without turning his head.

Undisguised contempt and disdain without any reason.

If they were not determined to die, and if it weren't for the Ming Dynasty's Sun and Moon Flag, Zhu Li would never have met them.

The three of them also kept kneeling after hearing the sound.

Since the King of Zhao did not ask them to stand up, they could only keep kneeling while talking.

"Your Highness, please have mercy on your subjects!" said the head of the Ishikawa family in a trembling voice.

"mercy?"

Zhu Li's voice was gentle, but these two words carried an inexplicable chill, as if an iceberg was pressing down on the backs of the three people.

"Snapped--"

The three of them shuddered.

What's wrong? Have you started?

Their minds are completely confused.

This was the prince of the Ming Dynasty from six hundred years ago. This was an extraordinary person from six hundred years ago. They had even dug up his roots. It took tremendous courage to face him head-on.

This courage has drained all the rationality out of their brains, making them completely unable to think.

However, Zhu Li then threw the book aside.

Zhu Li stood up slowly, and the atmosphere in the whole room seemed to have subtly changed.

Although his movements were slow, they revealed an indescribable power and majesty, as if his every move attracted the attention of the people around him.

Ishikawa Nobuyuki was even pulled by an invisible force and raised his head with difficulty.

His eyes met Zhu Li's golden pupils.

There was a strange light flashing in Zhu Li's eyes, a deep and mysterious golden color, like the glow of the sun, dazzling yet difficult to look directly at.

Zhu Li is tall, at least two meters tall. His appearance is like an unclimbable peak that makes people feel awe involuntarily.

He wore an eight-beam crown on his head, each beam of which was inlaid with exquisite gems.

He wore a jade belt around his waist, which was carved with intricate patterns, and it was obvious that it was made by a craftsman who had passed down the generations.

These two accessories alone are enough to shine brightly, as is Zhu Li's vermilion dragon robe.

Zhu Li stood in front of the three people, and even without any words or actions, he almost made the three people breathless.

His aura was so strong that it almost froze the air.

In just a moment, the head of the Ishikawa family was shocked.

He had met the prime minister, the emperor, dignitaries from various countries, and leaders of various forces, but none of them had such majesty.

Just one look at him made him want to work for Zhu Li.

"Your Highness Prince Zhao." Ishikawa Nobuyuki's Adam's apple trembled, and his voice seemed to carry ripples.

"How dare you!" Tang Feng stared and shouted coldly.

Ishikawa Nobuo lowered his eyes and his body trembled.

The other two were like frightened quails, not daring to disobey at all.

They didn't even have the courage to look up at Zhu Li.

Zhu Li stared at the three people, looking at their clothes which looked like they were made in Tang Dynasty style, and said softly:
"This king has been planning for a thousand years, but you guys destroyed it halfway?"

"Now you are asking me to have mercy on you?"

Thousands of words were crowded in Ishikawa Nobuyuki's chest. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't.

They were so wrong about this.

What a huge mistake caused by the alliance between the government and alien forces!

But the Japanese people are innocent.

Ishikawa Nobuyuki pressed his head against the floor, his heart aching.

He wanted to roar and vent, but Zhu Li's majesty was like a mountain, pressing down on him as vast as the Yunmeng Lake.

He couldn't do anything he wanted to do.

Zhu Li's voice sounded again:
"Since you call yourselves my subjects!"

"Then, as a lowly subject, controlled by greed, coveting the treasures of the Kingdom of Heaven, what crime should I be punished for?"

(End of this chapter)